he is whispering hymns in the vain
not able to feel his own pain
a southern wind in the northern cold
there was nothing much to be told
covering all the wounds with a smile
judging his heart everyday in a trial
how can i accept what has been given?
how can i give what can be accepted?
how can i reveal what has been hidden?
and hide from what can be revealed
how can i define?
how can i write my own line?
how come that the southern soul
would melt in the northern fall
how can you be a bird in my sky..?
when u just don't know how to fly..?
u can be a star in the night
but u can never be the moon
you can be the candles shy light
that will fade away soon
someday u ll leave
like falling autumn leaves
all dry and fragile
that's how they play the game
when things can never be the same
it leaves you with a cold face
and a shaking smile
with all the world to chase
living your own daily trial
3 comments:
i really really like tis poem especially"how can i accept what has been given?
how can i give what can be accepted?
how can i reveal what has been hidden?" i thought that was really deep its true that leaves fall but they always come back...when the timing is right
thank you so much for your words.you drew a big smile on my face. but leaves who fall once hardly come back as they were.only new ones grow up may be better or worse,they are just new and that is their best quality. if only we can accept what has to be given..:)
this poem is beautiful. and i can't explain how much this poem inspired me.
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